Charles Aznavour - The I Love You" Song lyrics
[Charles Aznavour - The I Love You" Song lyrics]
I love you, I love you
My love, I wish there was another way
To say the thing I want to say
And not to have to say: I love you
Another way to make a start
To tell you what is in my heart
And how my every thought is of you
To find a phrase that says as well
The secret that I long to tell
I’ve scanned the dictionary’s pages
But back to ‘I love you’ I’ll go
Eight little letters in a row
That men have spoken through the ages
I love you, I love you
We say it in the songs we sing
We're read it in the things of spring
Or as the PS of a letter
A little cliché, quickly said
Familiar as our daily bread
Yet nothing seems to say it better
I might have said a hundred things
My phrases might have taken wings
Free the world or region hold and clever
But every time I seem to stall
Or three small words to say it all
Three little words that spell: forever
I’ll shout it from the highest roof
I’ll carve it in the trunks of trees
I’ll tell the whispering breeze about you
I cannot hide it anymore
I cannot say it any less
I might as well confess: I love you
My love, I love you my love
My love, I wish there was another way
To say the thing I want to say
And not to have to say: I love you
Another way to make a start
To tell you what is in my heart
And how my every thought is of you
To find a phrase that says as well
The secret that I long to tell
I’ve scanned the dictionary’s pages
But back to ‘I love you’ I’ll go
Eight little letters in a row
That men have spoken through the ages
I love you, I love you
We say it in the songs we sing
We're read it in the things of spring
Or as the PS of a letter
A little cliché, quickly said
Familiar as our daily bread
Yet nothing seems to say it better
I might have said a hundred things
My phrases might have taken wings
Free the world or region hold and clever
But every time I seem to stall
Or three small words to say it all
Three little words that spell: forever
I’ll shout it from the highest roof
I’ll carve it in the trunks of trees
I’ll tell the whispering breeze about you
I cannot hide it anymore
I cannot say it any less
I might as well confess: I love you
My love, I love you my love